Unwitting of his deadly grief,
And with sweet words began to sing
The praises of his lord and king:
“As, when the sun begins to rise,
The sparkling sea delights our eyes,
Wake, calm with gentle soul, and thus
Give rapture, mighty King, to us.
As Mátali[279] this selfsame hour
Sang lauds of old to Indra's power,
When he the Titan hosts o'erthrew,